Since we homeschool we are used to grabbing the “teachable moment”, but that doesn’t mean I always like them. Case in point…cicadas.
These disgusting little creatures have begun digging out of the ground and area crawling all over our yard. We step out onto our porch to find their discarded shells left to be crunched underfoot if you don’t watch where you are going. I’m sure we must look pretty ridiculous hopping and jumping our way up the steps, across the deck and into the house.
I wish I could say that homeschooling is always sunshine and daisies, but that's not how it really goes. Some days they don't want to work, or I am dragging and don't want to work, and sometimes things just don't go as planned.
Today Little Yoda was doing his math and he just wasn't getting it. We have been working on adding 9's to numbers. (ex. 26 +9) Yesterday he went through this skill like he had been doing it his whole life, but now he was looking at me like he had never seen
One of the really beautiful parts of homeschooling is how close we become as a family. We have the luxury of time that few people ever get to have. We get the best hours of the day with our children, not just the left-overs when they are tired and stressed. We can do activities like music lessons and swim lessons in the morning and early afternoon when other kids are stuck in school. We also no longer feel like we have to "squeeze in" family time in the evenings and weekends.
If you've ever seen the movie "Dude, where's my car?" then you have seen the part where they go through the drive through for Chinese food and the lady keeps asking them..."and then?". This is what it is like to teach science to Little Yoda. We finish the science lesson for the day and he turns to me and says, "more". I just can't do enough to appease this science loving little dude.
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First grade – babies
Second grade – tots
Third grade – angels
Fourth grade – snots
Fifth grade – peaches
Sixth grade – plums
And all the rest are
That is how the chant went when I was a kid. When I was in first grade I really hated that we were the “babies”. I so badly wanted to be a big kid. (At least third grade because I thought being an angel would be cool).
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